The young man looks at your lover, who rises and goes to the girl as the woman returns to her chair.The young man looks at your lover, who rises and goes to the girl as the woman returns to her chair. The young man takes two more ice cubes out of the girls vagina and pours in more champagne. You prefer not to watch your lover put his mouth to another womans pussy and look to your left. A short balding man with dark hair and a black moustache, probably the count, is sitting in the next easy chair. Kneeling beside him is another woman with her head encased in a mask. Her arms have been secured behind her in some kind of sheath. A rope tied to a ring at the end of the sheath lifts her arms up toward the ceiling and forces her head forward and down. The strain must be terrific, you think, and notice the strain in your jaws from the ball gag. You clench your teeth against the ball for relief. You feel a tug on your leash and stand up. Your lover removes your gag and you work your jaws reflexively. He caresses your face and looks at you lovingly. So like a little boy, you think. "You may go if you wish," he says. "What will happen to me if I stay?" "Nothing you do not consent to." "And the other," you cannot say slaves, "the others?" "Nothing they do not consent to. Will you stay?" "I'm thirsty," you reply. He leads you by your leash to a table with a candelabra in the center and on which have been laid cheeses, bread, caviar, and various wines. "What goes well with rubber?" you ask. He laughs and kisses you. "Oh, pretty puss, you are so lovely!" He pours you a glass of rose and lets you sip it. You become aware of your hands cuffed behind you. You sip some more wine. You rub your body against his velvet suit and nuzzle his ear. You feel your nipples harden. You whisper, "Take me to the bedroom and undo me. I know how to please you." You twist so you can tug his coat with your hands. He laughs again. "A tempting offer. Do you want more wine?" You look at him. He grins. "Very tempting. Later, perhaps. But you can please me now. Kneel. Kneel or I shall have you whipped." His tone startles you. You kneel before him and look down. Presently you feel a tug on your leash and look up to see his manhood limp before your eyes. He grabs your hair and pulls your face into his crotch. He slaps your buttocks with the end of the leash. You take him into your mouth and feel him begin to grow. You feel awkward without the use of your hands. |